I have all the best intentions. All these hopes and dreams just waiting if I can manage to swim against the current.
And then this happens:
It doesn't have to be bears. It could be fisherman.
Next thing you know I'm bear poop, or a crappy fillet at lobster house, or an active ingredient in under-eye cream.
But before that very last moment, my whole life will flash before my eyes & I'll ask myself:
No, I was right the first time; even I don't know what I'm talking about.
But I do know that it's 10:47 & my hatred for studying is unparalleled by anyone else's and also, I need to be coming up with better posts.
Maybe 2 mediocre posts in one day is really an average post. I'm going to pretend like that's true.
Monday, June 20th of 2011, you are my bitch lover!